Fantasy War of The Three Kings

[Valiant]

The sun rose from the east that morning, the sound of metal clashing in the Yard, blades of young recruits and veterans alike collided. They all united under the same banner however, Lord Cassius IV. It is a beautiful day in his land, the birds chirp overhead, the heavy orange sky starting to reveal small specs of blue. The Lord who oversees these lands gazes out from his window, the massive kingdom outstretched before him, a dazzling display of white shining off the roofs, reminding him how it had earned its name, Whitestone Castle.


A beautiful land, outside of the massive walls, farmers were just coming out to begin their morning chores, soldiers from the night shift were returning back to their barracks, the smell of fresh meals soon filled the air of the streets. Cassius looked upon all his forefathers had built, pride residing in every crevice, every inch of detail. Unfortunately, much as he try not to worry, the sharpened blade hung over their head. He had sensed it and had brought it to discussion with his counsel. War was tipped on the minds of every man and woman in that vast city. It hung, a invisible mist that would soon become a despising feature that he would only want to be rid of as soon as it became a problem. With a sigh, he shook off his superstition.


Dressed in a black and gold cape, a white suit of adornments, high boots and his father's sword on his side, Cassius walked from his chambers, down the many arrays of halls in his keep until he arrived in the throne room. Walking up slowly to his place, he soon seated himself, gazing at the massive doors across from him, awaiting the usual squabble of issues, issues he would have to deal with. Ibbot was still asleep, bless her heart the beautiful woman. She need not worry about the political strife of his people. After all, he wanted her to feel as comfortable as she could, to keep him in higher standings with Chief Carton, half of his soldiers supplied his own army. He needed the advantage, it was the only thing keeping his superstition down to a minimum.


The knight awoke that morning, early, like much of the other knights, having earned his way to becoming a captain, he took his duties as seriously as possible. He slipped on his usual chain mail, oiled and polished by his squire Malcolm. The kind lad sought to prove himself in hopes to one day become a knight as well, that was the behaviour that would certainly land him in this dream position. He then slid on his casual armor, a surcoat, leather boots, and fur gauntlets. One of his eyes strayed to the flashing armor, the heavy steel plate resting on a mannequin in the corner, the armor he used when he was to be seen in public, the armor of status he'd obtained when he became captain. Along with this title, he gained himself a magnificent great sword and great shield, which left him unable to use both at the same time, a nuisance rather, but the fiery castle blacksmiths forged him a single broadsword, sharp and pristine, Vesaryus, he had named it . Jason had splashed his face from a barrel of water in the Yard the refreshing liquid splashing into his hair and on his face, azure eyes peeling out from behind their eyelids, sucking his cheek he cleared out the morning breath with a few rinses of water, spitting on the ground.


The cobblestone of the ground still spread wet from the morning dew glistened as he looked out on the practicing areas, sword-fighting in one, archery the other, the blacksmithing station off along one of the inner walls. Soldiers already armed at their posts, good. His hands reached up to his face, swiping the water off as the chill autumn air pierced his body. He shivered a tad. "Not near as cold as the North aye?" A tough voice from behind him came, Tristan, Ser Tristan actually, they had been brothers in arms from the young ages of simple dreaming to the age of war, the age of realism. Jason had probably seen more violence than he would have liked in his life, but little to his caring, no one cared. It was strewn in the mind of every soldier that stayed under any Lord's rule everywhere.


Of course Jason greeted his friend his a brotherly hug, patting him twice as he departed,


"Good morn' to you friend." The captain's voice was gentle yet powerful.


"Aye, and one to you as well, our Lord wishes your presence." He chuckles, "Not to ruin our morning with the written word that bores me nearly as much as Festus' tales."


"I understand, I shall report to him as soon as I have gathered the appropriate attire to grace his Majesty's court."


And with that, the captain turned back to his chambers and the fellow brother sped off towards the throne room. A slight nudge of concern bit into Jason's mind, stripping back out of his grunt-like armor and placing on the graceful and heavier one. No matter the weight, he was still able to move around fine in it, just not as long as he might have liked. Strapping the great sword to his back, and placing his great shield on his left arm, he slid his broadsword into his belt. Wrapping a fanciful cloak adorned in red and gold, the lion flashing in the center.

 

[The Master]

The sound of metal clanging together sounded as Gideon made his way quietly to his target. He had his sights on a group of mercenaries camped out on his lord's borders. He was to kill the leader and leave the rest to scatter. If push came to shove he would be allowed to end the entire band. He began running forward, alerting the mercenaries quickly. He engaged the first one of the group with his sword, both their blades slamming against each other.


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Gideon panted softly as he looked at the bodies littered around him. A job well done, he thought. He began to make his way back to his lord's castle. He was to report to either the lord, his son, or his daughter. As long as they got the banner of the group then everything would be fine. Gideon thought about the royals, finding them not to grateful for most of the work he did. He wasn't surprised though, since he would be negative too if his land was a snowy and rocky pile of nothingness.


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Gideon made it back after what seemed like a VERY long walk, which it was. He approached the castle, hoping one of the three royals would greet him once he made his arrival public to them. He waited in the courtyard, having the guards go inform of his finished mission. He stood there with patience, the cold not bothering him in the slightest.

 

[Mashiro Shiina]

Christopher, lounging about in his room, stiffled a manly yawn, before shifting his lazied gaze towards the enlarged window formed into the wall just across the room from the spot of which he laid carelessly across a chair.


Raising a brow as he scanned the ground below his living quarters, he caught sight of a familiar figure towering below in the courtyard. Just as he was contemplating the figures identity, Christopher found a knocking sound to originate from the opposite side of his room doors. Rolling his irises, Christopher spoke while rising from his lazed position. "It better be worth bothering me.. "


Christopher didn't bother to make eye contact in the slightest, brushing past the guard regardless of his current, random attire. 'Forgive me Lord, but Sir Gideon has returned...and-'


"LEAVE MY PRESENCE!" Christopher didn't bother to hear the rest of the report, and simply crossed the hall, bursting into his siblings room. "Get up. Gideon is back " Leaving no time for his sibling to react by speaking to him, Christopher left the room, storming off down the hall, passing by the room of his rambling, plotting father.





Having no time to even consider alerting his father, Christopher continued on down the first flight of stairs, having two guards tailing behind him as always. Eventually reaching the twinned doors leading outward to the courtyard, Christopher slowed his pace upon finally realizing whom the looming figure belonged to, even after the guards information.





"Gideon. So, how'd it go?" Christopher tucked his hands away into the pockets of his boxers, ignoring the fact he was standing outside in broad daylight with not even the slightest piece of clothing attached to his form, which would be the explanation of the maids looming a few feet behind him with his clothes wrapped in their arms.

 

[Dark_Psycho]

The market in the kingdom was full today with many people. It was a bright blue sky and the merchant's got ready as did the caravan of gypsies whom had moved in. Was it true,they would rob you blind and kill you if they got a chance? Who knew they were just rumors. There was a stage set up and a band as the Deadly flower as he was known on the streets got ready for her performance for the day. Her body was toned and tanned by the sun exposure. She was also called the markets Exotic flower. She would catch any ones attention who walked by her stage. However she was sent away to the Northern kingdom.


Her name was Amanda and she had gold locks that cascaded down to the middle of her back. Her skin was sun kissed and her eye's were as blue and as deep as the ocean. Her smile and body movements could hypnotize anyone into complacency. She often was asked to perform for Lord Cassius and his knights up in the castle. The head of the gypsy group allowed it to be so,because she made tons of gold coins. However she was asked to perform some where else and she went where ever she got money for the family.


Amanda sat in her caravan with a fur coat around her body getting ready. Her outfit was black it covered only her chest and then just bare skin till her skirt. And her skirt was long and flowing, had slits all the way up on both side of the skirt to give her better movement. She finished off her dolled up look with a silver headdress she placed on her head. Only some of it hung down on her forehead the rest hung behind her head. forehead. Amanda put on her bracelets and anklets that made noise as she walked or dance. She made her way to the stage. Her back to the crowd as she dropped her fur coat to the side, the music started and she started to dance. Her hips moving to the rhythm as her eye's scanned out over the crowd. She had a small smile on her lips. As she danced around the stage. The cold didn't bother her much as she danced,but peasants threw coins into a hat and cheered. It was cold for her but dancing in the kings courtyard for another kingdom made her warm. Her breath hung in the air as she smiled while dancing around the stage. The men watched her even the married ones. She was warming up when she first started her body was shivering but her dance was working up her warmth for her so she wouldn't freeze she kept moving as quickly as she could. All in time to the music though

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[The Master]

Gideon heard music and he decided to turn to see what was going on. Upon seeing a woman dancing up on a stage he instantly felt something cringe inside of himself. He smirked and shook his head, sending a look towards her that said 'you are despicable'. He was wearing his armor so his eyes weren't visible, but the form of his mouth was more than enough for the gypsy to understand. "I am sorry my lord but there is something I must tend to. I will return." He told the prince who tried talking to him. He put the banner down in front of the doors and walked over to join the crowd.


Gideon tossed an odd looking coin at her while she was dancing. He did so as he walked around the big crowd, the coin landing skillfully down her top and remaining in her cleavage. He was already out of her sight when the coin landed. He had made his way to her caravan, waiting for her to finish her show. He had practiced flipping coins all his life since he sucked at throwing, but he never let anyone know that for the sake of avoiding questions.

 

[Dark_Psycho]

Amanda ran her eye's over the crowd. Her blue eye's landed on Gideon as he sent her a look. She rolled her eye's, men were disgusting and she disliked most of them. She really disliked most knights they all seemed full of themselves and thought they were better then the common man. She really hated the hierarchy. She knew she was a despicable creature, she had been told many times by the head of the family and society.


As she dance a coin was tossed right into her cleavage. The coin was cold and she just left it there. She kept dancing around with a smile on her face. She never broke it, when the song ended. She took the coin out and bowed her breath still hung in the air. She grabbed the hat with the coins in it. She placed all the coins in it. Amanda ran to grab her fur lined cloak and boots. She went to her Caravan and stopped short seeing him. She walked over."Hello may I help you?" She asked as she dropped the coins into a pouch and tied it up. Her hood was up her eye's barely looked out from under the hood.


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[The Master]

Gideon removed his helmet and looked the gypsy over. "Is there any reason why you flaunt yourself around like that? You must have a bit more self-respect than to let a bunch of married men glare at your body then throw their change at you." His words having an odd warmness to them. "I won't try to make my line of work any better, but it doesn't involve something that is the cousin to strip dancing." He let his helmet drop. He never liked women who danced around like that for groups of people, Gideon was a more traditional man. "Most of their wives are going to come to me to kill them in their sleep you know. Was it really worth a couple coins?" He raised an eyebrow. "Also that coin I generously donated will last you longer than any of those other ones." He finished talking.


Despite his disapproval of the woman's mere existence, basically, he did enjoy the fire she had in her eyes when looking back at him. Not many looked at him that way, mostly because everyone knew that he was in the business of killing without asking questions.

 

[Dark_Psycho]

Amanda looked at him and raised her eyebrows. Was he really questioning what she did for a living. She did what she was told to, just like she was sure he did what he was told. She had a fire in her eye's, that most people were scared of. She did not deal with people well."I do what I have to for my family. You know you have no right to judge what I do. I don't have a choice in being here. Just because I am a gypsy girl doesn't mean I have the same liberties as a peasant woman. I do what I am told and if it is to dance in the freezing cold and make money. Then that's what I will do. I don't have enough money to buy my freedom and None of this is going to make me free. So thank you for feeding my Caravan, and I don't strip dance. I am a belly dancer and like I said I go where I am told I have no free will of my own the bracelet around my left ankle isn't just for show." She said. She went to unlock the door and open it. "You can come in if you want." She said. She stepped in and removed her anklets and bracelets. She put the headdress on its stand and fixed her hair.


She had scarves and clothes every where. She went to sit on her couch and pushed her hood down. She told him to close the door. She looked at him"Where do you come off judging,unless your a knight. Then that makes sense why your so down on my people."she said.


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[PureKor]

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The sunlight creeped inside the big room, warming it up slightly even if it was frosty outside. The king side bed fully covered in satin sheets, On top of them one furry type of blanket of what seemed to be fur of a bear.


It was all a nice morning, as Elmina rubbed her eyes due the bright sunlight as she yawned. Not long after, two maids greeted her, with their hands full with pieces of clothing.


Elmina smiled at them, even if they were maids and supposed to help her, she hated it . Purely because she always thought she is perfectly capable to dress herself and bath herself. With a deep sigh, Elmina just got out of the bed before her brother burst inside shouting that Gideon has arrived.


Of course, he would do that. Always disturbing her even in the earliest mornings, his character never changing no matter how many times Elmina tried to speak kindly to Christopher.


" For the Love of Gods! I swear one of these days, I will drag him in the horse poo! "





Her voice coming as frustrated, yet with a giggle fallowing after, Elmina stood up and noticed the maids chuckles at her words about Christopher.


However, they helped Elmina to get dressed with a not to formal dress for greeting Gideon. Not that she cared, for her concern, he was same like her father. These types of meetings only made her stomach to twist.


The dress settled good on her curves, the red corset shaping beautifully her chest as the maid did the laces as a final touch.





" Thank you, Daria. That is enough.


Now I have to greet my father first.


Lord Gideon can wait for my presence."





Elmina smiled at the maids, while her hand pushed open the door, allowing her fingers to lift up slightly the long, Lacey- expensive dress, as she moved down the stairs. The maids soon fallowed her, when one of them tried to fix Elmina's long, thick and black hair.


The castle was rather big, as at almost every corner you'd see two guards, everytime greeting Elmina as she passed by.


Therefore, she finally had reached the huge dinning area, as a Woden table was in the centre of the room and her father already having breakfast. With a sigh, Elmina walked passed the other servants to reach her father, which sat down on the other end of the long table.





" Father. Good morning. " simply said, Elmina bowed all lady like before placing a soft kiss on his cheek.


" I must say, I am displeased that Lord Gideon has come on such short notice, so early in this frosty morning.


Father, please, I beg you-.."





Elmina could not finish her sentence, as her father banged the table with his fist. His piercing eyes looking straight at her.





" Enough! I will not have this nonsense from you. You are my daughter, and so you Must do as I say.


Lord Gideon is a very important person, and I will not tolerate your behaviour and bad speaking of him, in front of me.


I must do what a King will always do. Protect its Kingdom, his family with honour.


Lord Gideon will be my right hand from now on, his presence shall be more than welcome here. Must be an acceptance from your part, Elmina."





Her father's words had made her more frustrated, angry that he would continued with this nonsense of wars. She wanted peace between people, not killing each other with cold blood; she wished that the Gods would listen to her prays.


A deep sigh escaped her pink lips, before Emlina stormed out the dinning room, her shoes making loud noise as they turned into echoes while she rushed down the stairs. Her long hair, waving around her body, as if dancing with every movement she made.


Her heart continued to beat faster, making her way downstairs, with her father's words still stuck in her head.





" I need some fresh air. I can't stay in this prison not one more day.


Daria, tell the horse keepers to get ready Syn. I shall go far away from this stoned castle as soon as possible."


Elmina took a deep breath, as she had reached the back door leading outside the castle from where she could see the stables. Her body stopped for a minute, in the attempt to calm down, squeezing her hands in anger. Deep inside she wanted to scream from the top of her lungs, still breathing rather heavy, her chest moving in unison with her rapid heart beats.


Her eyes gazed upon the mountains in the distance, letting herself to be absorbed with their beauty.


Only if the situation would be different, her feelings might've changed. Then again, her thoughts moved to the love of her life which she could not see anymore due the conflict with their family and lands.


I miss you so much, as I wish to see you and meet you. But for now, my Love, we are like the Sun and the Moon in the skies. Separated by hatred, our love is long lost in this forbidden world..

 

[The Master]

Gideon never did like slavery of any kind. "I am not a knight. I am down on people who do not fight for themselves. You don't seem like you care much at all about your freedom." He finished. He looked at the bracelet around her left ankle and scratched his chin as he thought. "Seems like I have to do everything...." He sighed to himself as he continued thinking.


Gideon took out his hatchet and gestured for the gypsy to come over to him. "Come over here, let me see that bracelet on your ankle. I won't hack off your leg so don't worry." He said. He didn't show it, but he planned on freeing the gypsy from whoever it was that owned her. Gideon didn't believe in owning people, so seeing her 'in chains' made him furious. He took a liking to her to, partially because she was standing up to him.

 

[Dark_Psycho]

Amanda looked at him from where she sat."I don't have any where to go If I even could get free of my bonds. I don't need your pity. So you can be down on me about not trying to escape, but when your chained to a heavy metal ball at night,running doesn't seem to be an option. Plus there is no way I can buy my freedom, the head of our Family basically treats me like his pet. There is no way he is letting his Deadly flower go." She said. She looked at the iron clad around her ankle. She had lived with it for so long that she didn't notice it anymore.


Amanda watched him bring a hatchet out. She moved to grab the dagger she was hiding. She watched him. She was a deadly beauty and didn't trust men. She walked over and put her foot up on the table. It was solid iron with only a hidden keep hole that if you pushed the key in the anklet release. "Great yeah don't cut off my foot or it's going somewhere you wouldn't like." She said with a fiery look. She kept her held high."so if your not a knight what are you?" She asked him.


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[Valiant]

The captain answered the summons immediately, the chinking of his armor clarifying that it was indeed he moving through the vast array of hallways. His masculine figure soon reaching the great halls, he strode around the long crowd lined for their daily complaints to his Lord. Cassius had answered them all in due time with his grace and dignity, using a more moral approach to each situation, but still being mindful of the treasury, he needn't have people thinking that he would just give away gold, silver or copper.


Ser Jason watched as the last commoner walked to him, his eyes scanning around the room, of course, Zachary was there, the very man who'd slain the High-King himself in fair combat. He was a rather massive figure, intimidating short grey hair and sharp green eyes, small wrinkles here and there on his face. Yet, his age never stopped him from fighting, in fact, he would have been deemed as one of the greatest fighters in history, it was something he seemed to be born for, scribes wrote his names among many military recordings, documents, knowledge for the future age. Oh how Jason admired that man, he wore solid steel with green cloths draped here and there, making Jason's own symbolic armor seem pitiful, irrelevant.


Nay, Jason and Zachary had become friends, and he had fought beside him in many battles, slain hundreds of foes who dared stand against Lord Cassius III. At least, before Cassius III had passed from old age. The lord prior to the one they had at that time, he was a true leader, on the battlefield and off, unfortunately, it was never in the captain's place to judge his leader. Cassius IV had made his life eventful, more entertaining than it would have been if he'd only remained a grunt, the very grunt who'd slayed an entire shield wall in the battle of Yolgarth. He remembered it, outnumbered, twenty to one, he and a few of his other brothers in arms had climbed into trees to veil themselves from their enemies, then, as the shield wall passed, an assault from behind commenced, taking the entire squadron by storm, never stopping until every last one lay dead. Corpses.


Jason approached his Lord as soon as the last commoner exited, feeling the eyes of Zachary upon him, even Chief Carton himself, who'd made it secretive to hide in the corner and remain a secondary guardian for Cassius. He knelt down on one knee, speaking formally and with great respect,


"You summoned me M'Lord?"


"That I have..." He paused, resting his chin on his ringed hand, the throne behind him towering over the knight who knelt before him. "Rise."


And on the command Jason rose.


"I have received reports of more and more of Giradin's men harassing my workers in the southern extents of my kingdom. Of course, he attacks right along the border as to ensure his own men are not captured. I need this problem dealt with."


"Of course M'Lord, I shall be on it within th-"


"Silence."


The captain silenced his tongue.


"I am also in need of a supply transfer from this village you will be defending, a vast amount of gold that if any man were to get his hands on it, he could hire many of the local and national militias. Even the... White Fangs..." Jason could see a shudder slither its way down Cassius' spine as the word spewed from his mouth.


"I understand, where shall this be delivered perchance?"


"To the north. Lord Vestan's house."


There was silence in the knight's mind as he began to ponder the current order.


"Why would we be doing that M'Lord? There is a heavy chance that these northerners may not even accept the gifts... as a matter of fact, they may just turn it against us."


"I know, captain. However, you know it as much as I do, these people are afraid... My own people fear war, shall we not do our best to win diplomacy with this nation rather than assume a false front of offense?"


"Of course M'Lord, forgive my questioning."


"Nay, you're just concerned for your people, the reason you are my captain." He paused with a faint smile, "Now, a traveling party of near fifty well armed soldiers, two doctors, well trained scouts, and a chef will be aiding you. They are already prepared to ride. Now, you, along with General Zachary will go, defend the village, escort the goods to Lord Vestan, and then, and only after this is completed, success or not, you may return." His order was sharp, the boy had always had a way with his words, a way to ensure that things got done.


Jason bowed, respectfully as he left the presence of his Lord. Quickly striding his way towards the horse master's stables. As soon as he arrives, he gathers his white war horse, mounting the legendary armoured creature, the grace of the powerful animal moved forward with his word as he gently patted it on the neck, heading toward the outskirts of the main walls to meet the traveling party.


He soon arrives on the small group of near fifty men, nodding to Zachary as the horses begin to trot off along the southern road, not even an hour from his wake and an assignment, a mission where he would not be back for days, weeks... even months perhaps.

 

[The Master]

Gideon eyed the bracelet and tapped the hatched against it in different places. He was searching for a weak point. "I am not giving you my pity nor will I ever give it to you. I am sort of like the lord's right hand man, but really all I do is kill." When he said 'kill' he raised his hatchet and slammed it down against the bracelet. He did so at an angle and due to his perfect aim he was able to break it off in one violent hit without hurting Amanda at all.


Gideon gave a smirk of satisfaction as he felt the area where the bracelet used to be before putting his hatchet back in it's holder. "There, you're free now. If anyone tries taking you back, just go to a guard and they will arrest the man. In this land I have been enforcing a strict law that does not allow slavery or ownership of another person. As for where you will go. You're a gypsy, you can go where you please. If you'll excuse me." He dismissed himself.


Gideon left her caravan, putting his helmet back on once he was outside. He decided to go back to talk to the prince he basically blew off. As he walked towards the prince he thought about Amanda. He figured that if he was important to her then she would seek him out. Besides, he had to deal with the royals before being able to socialize, so he couldn't converse with the gypsy even if he wanted to. "Sorry about that, um, where were we?" Gideon asked.

 

[Dark_Psycho]

Amanda let him look at it. She bit her bottom lip, to bite back a retort to him. He pissed her off to no end. So he was an assassin and every one feared him. She didn't she just thought he was full of himself and annoyed her. She jumped slightly as he slammed the hatchet down on the anklet. She pulled the metal away quickly and sighed. It was nice to have the metal off her skin and not annoying her. Her slender hands wrapped around it gently it felt weird to have it fully off her ankle. She knew if she didn't go back. First off she freeze and second her caravan family come looking for her hear.


She saw him touch her ankle and took her all not to pull it back. She watched him with a nod. She had not asked him to free her so why should she thank him for something he did on his own accord. She watched him excuse himself and walk out. She closed the door and went to change out of her outfit, she wasn't to take the stage till later. She would need more money to find a way to get away. She hated being called a gypsy by him. It made her want to throw a poisoned dagger past his head. He angered her to no end. She hated being treated like the scum of the earth. She clicked when she heard a knock her gypsy family members that had gone with her came in.


"Well done hand over the loot Manda the Deadly flower." She gave them the pouch and they ran over it greedily. They spotted her anklet and smirked.


"I see you managed to break the bonds on your ankle. Now what hand do you wish to loose?" One asked her.


"No I didn't an assassin for the king did, I swear." She said.


"Well then wrist out and now or you won't like what comes next." He said. She gave him her wrist and he laid it on the table. He pulled out a knife. He carved into the arm that didn't have the G burned into it. They carved the families initials.


"There now you know where and who you belong to girl." He said finishing. He smacked her to the floor.


"You will not disobey the family again." He said and nods to his men to walk out. She felt the sting in her cheek and the sting on her wrist.


She wrapped it ever so slowly and grabbed her fur lined cloak. She shoved her feet in her warm boots and made her way outside. She locked her door and with her hood up made her way into the market. She swiped things here and there. This included an apple, once finished she tossed the core. She stopped short upon seeing Gideon talking to some man. She had reached the courtyard. She hid behind the stone wall as she peaked around to watch both of the men.


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[The Master]

A guard whose allegiance lied with Gideon was passing by as he saw a man go into the gypsy's caravan. (That just means he listens to Gideon as much as he would the lord of the land. Sort of like Gideon being the general.) The guard eavesdropped on the entire thing that was going on. The guard went to gather a few extra men and they returned as the man left the caravan. The guards took the man and his men into custody. They were told that Gideon would speak to them as soon as he was available. Because of the ruthlessness of the kingdom, the guards were very keen on hitting and torturing the men who had assaulted the gypsy. Gideon had spread the word about a law that would be enforced and the guards took it seriously. The guards continued tormenting the gypsy men, and after a while they sent someone to fetch Gideon.

 

[Mashiro Shiina]

Christopher hadn't budged from his position in the slightest, even after seeing his sister prepare to depart the castle grounds. Taking a moment, he blew Hus breath abd shifted hus gaze skyward. Here he was. Outside in the courtyard with two maids standing behind him with his attire for the day folded up in their grasp. He said nothing, but emptied his gaze, making it void of any and all emotion, well up until a familiar voice hit his eardrums.





'So, where were we?' This brought his gaze back to the level it had rested upon before, just seconds before he fixed his stance. He studied Gideon for a few moments, still somewhat butthurt by being ignored earlier, when he originally spoke. Silently, just a small breeze blew by, Christopher shifted his gaze sideways, allowing for a speechless explanation to be aired.





Finally, after a few childish minutes, he decided to speak. "How'd it go, and did you succeed?" Christopher didn't bother to meet Gideon's gaze, only to shift his attention towards the stablemen walking across the yard with Syn. He didnt bother to question why, for he simply knew it had to be another useless argument between his sister and his father. Blowing his breath, Christopher silently awaited an answer.

 

[Dark_Psycho]

(So bright on tapa its 3D )


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[Mashiro Shiina]

xD Sorry

 

[The Master]

"It went smoothly, and I did." Gideon gestured to the banner he took from the mercenary group beside the door of the castle. "There was this woman though, a gypsy, who I met afterwards. Normally I never go off like I did while reporting in from a successful mission, but this woman was different...." He didn't know that he and Christopher were being eavesdropped on. "I killed most of the group, as I am pretty sure there are other smaller groups. The leader though is dead and so are most of his men so the group will disband rather quickly." He smirked, being rather proud of himself.


One of the guards had come up and stood beside Gideon. He whispered something in Gideon's ear which made his eyes widen in fury. Luckily his helmet was on so no one could see this. "Well, that is all I have for you Christopher. Something has come up, a trivial matter, so allow me to deal with it. You go and relax, if you need me then send a guard out for me. I hope you have a good day." Gideon bowed respectfully before going off with the guard.


~


Upon arriving at the town's jail, he removed his helmet. Gideon had all his men leave the jail and to patrol and go about their business. He was furious and the guards didn't dare argue with him. Gideon opened the door that led to the man's cell, the one who had hurt Amanda. Gideon saw that the man had a few bruises on his arms and legs. He grabbed onto the man and put him in a chair, tying him to it. Each time the man tried fighting him Gideon smashed his face with his fist. Gideon began to ask him questions about what he had done to her. After beating him and stabbing both his daggers into the man's arms he was finally told of it all.


He turned away from the man, staring down at the ground. Gideon gave a shout of fury that could be faintly heard by anyone outside the jail. As he shouted Gideon spun around and swung his sword across the man's chest. He left him to die painfully and slowly, glaring at the man. Gideon recomposed himself, treating what he had just done as if it were just another chore. He turned around to leave the cell, leaving his daggers in the man he closed the door behind him.

 

[Valiant]

The band of soldiers trotted onward toward the southern village, a heavy march of mail and steel, their forces appeared almost like a white mass moving across the green landscape of mid-Aithen. The men carried on casual talk, their hearts merry and expecting little to no challenge to this, however it was apparent of great concern written on the face of Jason and Zachary. The two knights made eye contact, green and azure eyes meeting to form a small spark as they travelled through the hills and forests.


Some several hours of constant travel were to pass until they saw it, the smoke stacking high into the sky. The cheerful clatter of the hoofs quickly turned into a gallop on Zachary's order. As the horses sped themselves down the road, they slowed to a walk. The soldiers atop them already moving their hand to their blades. The small town so famous for its wood supply lay torn apart. Several of the houses were on fire, wood splintered on the ground, the smoking wood had traces of blood in it.


"Soldiers, HALT!" Zachary proclaimed with his intimidating voice, and on the command, every man froze, as if to move in that moment were to end their life. "Dismount!" And the soldiers did as instructed.


Jason too removed himself from his horse, his hand tightly wrapped around his great shield. Despite its size, it was light, sturdy steel that had been crafted with aluminium alloy. The advancing sound of armor made clear indication that the soldiers were moving through the town, clearly uneasy. The town hall stood proud, still untouched at the center. A massive collaboration of marble, stone and wood. A truly secure building, boards plastered across the doors. Peculiar.


Silence only held the air for a moment longer before a grazing arrow of death flew in, piercing through a soldiers armor, the rest in shock as to what happened. Only for an instant was there silence before more arrows flew into the sky, "Shields up!" Zachary commanded as he himself raised his shield. Barbaric like men came rushing through the mass of trees beyond the village, and form within the rubble of buildings.


~


Twenty two men, twenty two men had survived, Jason and Zachary being among one of them, hundreds of bodies littered the ground, mostly hostile, but those that he had once called friend only brought a sickening feeling to his stomach. Sheathing his bloody blade, he gazed around at the remaining survivors, and orange hue hung in the sky as the sun began its long descent in the west.


His armor was stained with 'their' blood, the rebels, the remnants of High-King Feas' army. They had fought valiantly, however, despite their best attempts, losing over half of their men would not bode well to the ears of Lord Cassius IV. With a heavy arm, Jason rose from his knee, wiping the blood from a cut off of his face, that he had received right along the side of his head.


"General...?" He inquired collectively, entrails splattered over the brutish man's lance.


"Quiet. I know what has happened is dire, but our mission insists that we must secure the goods. That must not fall into enemy hands."


A carriage came 'round filled with very shiny currency, the fancy of any bandit's eye. This only forced Jason to worry more, however they would not travel by night. The soldiers had removed the boards to the town hall only to reveal that a majority of the town had survived, mostly craftsmen and women. It was there that they'd receive medical help and a restock on supplies. To which Jason requested none, only receiving a pound of venison and several mugs of ale to wash the battle from his mind. A young girl tended to him, patching up the side of his head, with such kindness, he delivered a nod. And received a peck of young lips on his cheek, rosy blush spreading through him, he was not used to such courtesy, but shrugged it off. A knight was allowed to enjoy such pleasantries, wasn't he? After all, his blade, along with many others had been the one that had saved that girl, and her family, and every other worker of the village.


After he had regained his strength, he went out into the now darkening sky mounting his horse once more, half of the soldiers who had lived joined him, the other stayed to protect the village. Once more, with heavy hearts and the stench of blood among them, they set off, the carriage of riches traveling with them.

 

[Dark_Psycho]

Amanda had been following Gideon she watched him talk to someone. Her blue eye's were trained on the man that Gideon seemed to report to. She backed away from listening to them and went to keep walking her arm was throbbing. She just held it against her body as it shook from the cold. She saw a guard and backed up. She didn't like knight's or guards. She bumped into Christopher and jumped back as far as she could.


"Oh sorry." She said. She bowed to him and nods. She went to go away, she really hadn't meant to bump into him. She bit her lower lip.


One of the men from the jail got free and made his way back towards the caravan. He took one of the horses and road back to Lord Cassius kingdom. He rolled off the horse when he finally reached it later in the evening. He made his way to the head of the family."Mandy, she is being freed by the northern kingdom your precious flower is being taken away and Abrenath was killed." The man huffed out."Thank you Serius I will deal with this you did mark her with a knife?" He said."will send Ada and Justine to bring her back. She belongs locked up for this." He said."Yes Sir Vance your the head of the Family we will get the Flower back." He said."I will send the girl's to you." He said and limped to find them.


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[The Master]

Gideon had executed every single one of Mandy's men that he had locked up. He noticed one of them escaping and decided not to pursue him. One little person wouldn't make much of a difference to him. Gideon walked a distance away from the town, taking the only road that didn't have guards stationed there. He continued on until he reached his house, which was pretty far from the town. Despite it looking abandoned it looked in rather good condition. It was small and made of cobblestone but was cozy enough. Gideon walked inside of the house and thought more about Amanda. He had his men spread the word about her, making sure that she wouldn't be able to leave the town since there were almost fifty guards stationed on each road. Gideon took off his armor, letting it clatter onto the floor. He slumped into his bed, exhausted after all the excitement. He was pretty sure that she would see the guards as a threat even though they were there to make sure nothing bad happened to her as a result of Gideon slaying all of those gypsy men.

 

[Mashiro Shiina]

Christopher had rolled his irises, dismissing Gideon, only to be bumped into by what looked like a gypsy girl. What could he say, she was pretty. Taking a moment to look her over while she stood there, he said nothing, but allowed a slight, rare smile to play at his lips.





The very moment she attempted to retreat, he removed one of his hands from his shorts pocket and grabbed her wrist, pulling her back towards him. As if he were dancing with her, he then placed his free hand around her waist, looking down upon her. He held that of a serious, yet barely playful expression as his light brown irises stared her down. "May I help you? Or would you need Gideon?"

 

[PureKor]

It has not passed long time before Elmina got up on her favourite horse, Syn. The other maids had brought her the long, velvety cloak as she put the hood on top of her head. With a tiny smile, she patted her horse on the neck and soon begin galloping. They made their way out of the castle's grounds, her expression remaining a frustrated one, despite her fight inside her mind for letting it go. The arguments with her father were futile. She knew that better than anyone, yet again.. Elmina had hope. Someday, things will change for the good, right?


Moreover, Syn galloped steadily on the snowy grounds, now heading outside the Main Gate, where the mountains were on sight. Elmina held tightly the Reins and guided Syn towards the frosty forests. Very soon, her left hand patted him on the silly neck, before moving her legs together. This caused Syn to start running now, instead of a calm peace of galloping.


The cold wind passed by with each quicker step he took on the grounds, leaving trails behind on the snow.


Her hands gripped tightly on the reins, looking ahead and admiring the nature around her, even if her mind drifted back at her father and then at the man she loves.


After a short while, Syn had slowed down, going calmly down a hill before reaching a river. His nostrils moving, while breathing slightly heavier as the air turned into steamed clouds. He nudge Elmina just as she got on her feet, touching his cold nose.


" You are a good boy, Syn. I wish others would understand me like you do..


This world if filled with sorrow, where love is a Sin and is not accepted by its society.


I pray to the Gods that a miracle will happen, and people will see the true meaning of life, not through the swords and battlefields.."





Elmina spoke to her horse, as if he would understand her words, nudging his head a few times and making a loud noise. She could not help it but to giggle at his behaviour, letting her eyes to fall on the scenario.


However, after a few Hours passed by, Elmina decided to untie the bow, which was attached on the other side of Syn. Her fingers precisely, with care untied the rope and held her bow with pride. She settled the shelf with the arrows on her left shoulder, before getting back on Syn.





" Let's go boy, maybe we can find something today in the woods. "


Her voice almost whispering to her horse, now moving from the river and returning to the other side of the forest. The trees were all covered in heavy snow, hanging around the branches and threatening to bring the tree down to the ground.


Syn galloped steadily, with care as if, leaving trails behind him, while continuing to go deeper in the forest. The sunlight here was almost dim, due the huge trees, taller than you've seen in any other land.


Elmina gripped her bow with her left hand, using her free one to hold onto the reins, looking around and listening to the noises around her. At that moment, her heart begin to beat faster for some odd reason, as if someone was watching her. She hated that feeling, but decided to ignore it for the time being.


Suddenly, a quick movement caught her attention, now taking an arrow by settling it between her fingers , pulled back the string and aimed forward.


Then she waited.





@TheeeIrish

 

[Dark_Psycho]

Amanda let out a small gasp as he grabbed her wrist. She wasn't one to be touched by most people and when her wrist was grabbed her mind knew that as a sign to not struggle do to how Vance handled her. She flinched slightly as his hands went around her. She looked up at him with her deep blue eye's. Her blue eye's looking into his brown ones.


"Oh no, I was just. Nothing." She said and looked down.


She felt bad for bumping into him."I am sorry for bumping into you." She said. She hadn't been this close to a man like this except for Vance. She knew he send the woman to come get her. They had been brain washed to stay with Vance and the family. Amanda wasn't far off, this felt like she was cheating on Vance."I am sorry I should go." She said shivering her breath hung in the air. She wasn't use to the cold or being watched by every guard that passed her.


Back in Lord Cassius's land 2 woman packed there bags and got in the carriage as there driver started toward the north. Ada sat her back straight she had a white fur coat and hood on as they drove. To the northern kingdom.


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